the waltz of want
She’d spent her entire life dancing on the edge of perfection, cutting hands and face and feet on the razor-thin precipice of need. Growth occurred, but randomly, and in all sorts of crazy directions.
The light was always what attracted her, when it was the dark she should have been reaching for. Everyone knows that all the real truths lie hidden in the shadows.
But she avoided the gloom like a child afraid of the monster beneath her bed.
She just wanted her moment in the sun.
When it came, she was surprised to see how many scars she had acquired along the way.
Even so, she tilted her face up and she smiled, opening her arms to embrace the warmth upon her skin.
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October 4th, 2012 at 9:07 am
i just keep rereading this & rereading it. and nodding, and saying thank you to both sun & shadows. and even scars and growing in crazy directions. in fact, i like the crazy directions best.
October 4th, 2012 at 9:07 am
Lovely!
October 4th, 2012 at 9:12 am
Love this! Your pen in prose is only challenged by your pen in poetry. Those scars are beautiful trophies of experience when we turn them to the sun. The only perfect I know is perfectly flawed. A wonderful response and so happy to have you! Thanks for joining in 🙂
October 4th, 2012 at 9:29 am
So many scars, and still she opens her arms to embrace. Beautiful.
October 4th, 2012 at 10:22 am
A dance of experience as I see it. One pushes for things to do. In the process experience is translated in the complex show of scars of what happened in the process. Nicely Kelly!
Hank
October 4th, 2012 at 10:22 am
Those scars should be looked at as beauty marks…I have overcome so much to have my moment in the sun. Beautiful piece.
October 4th, 2012 at 11:03 am
WOW, Mrs. M, razor sharp! And she smiles, ready to embrace life regardless of the scars along the way. A strong and forgiving person?!
October 4th, 2012 at 12:24 pm
Absolutely magnificent!
October 4th, 2012 at 4:51 pm
Beautifully written.
October 4th, 2012 at 5:16 pm
smiles…the scars i think show our quest to get to that moment…because it does not just happen, you know….it is nice when we finally get there…smiles.
October 5th, 2012 at 12:49 am
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October 5th, 2012 at 6:37 am
This. It stings and produces smiles and is absolutely perfect for the way I’ve been feeling this week. Thank you for this.
October 5th, 2012 at 11:28 am
how did you know this about me….??
October 6th, 2012 at 2:59 pm
In brief: WOW. Thanks.